The Eleventh Winter

Wen Li loved Feng Yan for ten years, loving him so humbly she was practically in the dirt. Everyone thought she would surely marry him. But they didn’t know that he didn’t love her at all. On the day they were supposed to register their marriage, a phone call summoned Feng Yan away. His face showed a nervousness and urgency she had never seen before. Wen Li waited from dawn until dusk, but he never came back. At last, her heart died. She left him with a single sentence, “We’re breaking up,” then vanished from Feng Yan’s life completely. Later, Feng Yan crossed mountains and rivers until he finally found her. He knelt in the rain, begging Wen Li to forgive him. But then he saw a cool, aloof man holding her in his arms, a sharp, triumphant sneer on his lips. “If you have any pride left, Mr. Feng, stop bothering my wife.”